Michael Robbins

All Work

God bless the midnight bus depot, the busted guitar case. God bless diazepam, its dilatory grace. God keep Carl Perkins warm and Jesus Christ erase my name from all the files in the county’s database. The dog that bit my leg the night I left the state, Lord won…

Says here to burn the rich and take their shit.I’m paraphrasing. I’m barely grazingthe surplus. Do the rich have inner lives,like little lambs and Antigone?They never give me their money.Bill Gates, the great humanitarian,stands upon a peak in Darien.I said Bill, I believe…